HP told my dad to hit you after school

Still pale, Yisha used another revealing spell unwillingly, without any change.

She rubbed her hands vigorously again, and her pale skin was reddened by her rubbing.

Snape moved slightly uncomfortably, rolled up his sleeve and straightened his left forearm, which was held in Isa's hand. She had been checking it for 5 minutes.During this period, various inspection methods were used, including shouting: "Gunara the God of Darkness! Uh Rahu, the bones have reappeared!"

Snape's left forearm was still the same, pale and thin, and a little red from her rubbing, but the soft flesh on the inside of the arm was very tender and very pleasant to the touch.She touched it slowly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No Dark Mark, no cattle brand, no Death Eaters.

"There are Death Eaters, but I'm not," Snape corrected.

Isa waved her hand: "Whatever, since you are not, and my dad doesn't want me to interfere, then I will pretend that it doesn't exist."

Isa finally let go of Snape's arm, he took out the homework and laid it out, Isa rang the bell for the waiter.

On the 27th, today is the shopping (dating) day they had agreed before the holiday, but Isa was terrified by the Death Eaters gathering on Christmas Eve before, and the Christmas presents were delayed for a day before unwrapping. Snape found that Chacha Ben couldn't get in touch with her, so he had to urgently use the oldest means of communication - the owl.

He promised in the letter that he was not a Death Eater, and Voldemort invited him to sit in on that day and have a meal by the way, because his mother found a new boyfriend, they went on a date, and the left-behind children could only come to Isa—— Voldemort invited He repeatedly stated that it is absolutely impossible for him to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic after graduation like the members of the Death Eaters. He didn't even think about it. He and Isa foolishly got in the way when they were performing some mission.

Isa wanted to believe it, but after all, she decided to meet again to make sure, so she wrote a short note to reply.

Mourinho has not sent a letter for almost a year, and now he is almost a magic ball, and he still hums and groans when he sends a note.Isa taught it seriously: As an owl, you must not forget your own talent!If you are not willing to send me off, let Xixi do it!

Messi tweeted and jumped on the bookshelf, turning red with a "boom".

The magic bird glanced at the little red fluorescent bird with a look of disdain, stretched out a foot, asked Isa to tie the strip, and then slid and kneeled neatly to show that the mission will reach my most powerful self-confidence, Fly out the window with flapping wings.

From Christmas Eve to the first day after Christmas, Isa never walked out of the door, and the meals were brought in by Wenger.Voldemort finally realized after a lonely day at Christmas that Isa was really on fire.

He was also very wronged - it was for her own good not to let her participate in the Death Eater business!They are just an intelligence operation organization targeting Fassbender's forces, and Isa must not get involved, what if something goes wrong!

He didn't know that Isa was scared, and he didn't know that in Isa's mind, the Death Eaters were not intelligence agents who secretly exchanged intelligence investigation and counter-investigation, but hung Muggles in the air for fun, killing people, blowing up bridges and castles Terrorists who bombed the Ministry of Magic.

He thought Isa was mad at him for not letting her join the Death Eaters!

Voldemort couldn't hold back the next day, it was the 26th, and he knocked on the door of Isa's room—even though he sneaked in to see her every day in the middle of the night for the past two days—then her room was full of noises. The noise stopped, and he heard Isa chanting a door-opening spell in a low voice, and the door slammed open in front of his nose. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise his nose would be gone.

When he stabilized himself and looked into the room, he saw Isa slowly unwrapping her Christmas present at the desk.All the boxes are piled up in one corner, neatly stacked, the ones that have been dismantled and the ones that have not been dismantled, obviously not many have been dismantled now.Isa didn't seem in a hurry, she took a knife and gently opened the wrapping paper as completely as possible, flattened and compacted the bright pearlescent wrapping paper, and then put the flat wrapping paper together, saving a thick One stack is used for her to pass small notes and fold paper cranes.

The gift box in her hand was a set of perfume, and she was holding up the small glass bottle to look at the sun, not giving Voldemort a look.

The little girl is tough!thought Voldemort, somewhat annoyed, and took the first step into the room—

He had no choice but to stop, because Ronaldo came out from nowhere, rubbing against his calf, trying to be coquettish, while the mutated little fluorescent bird adopted by Isa was still blue, Jumping lively on the bookshelf.

zoo.He thought, picked up Ronaldo and scratched his ear: "Merry Christmas, Chris."

The puppet cat showed its belly in a face-saving manner, and said softly, "Meow..."

The perfume bottle spewed out the fragrance mist, and both Voldemort and Ronaldo looked at Isa who had just pressed the nozzle with a blank expression.

"Well, the top scent is good, pine scent." She moved her nose.

Ronaldo sneezed a little.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.Isa continued to put away the perfume as if no one was there, picked up a knife and thought about unwrapping a gift.Voldemort stroked the cat slowly, hesitating about what to say first.

"Today," he cleared his throat, "Abu invited us to his house for dinner."

Yisha gently scratched the sticky wrapping paper, and there was a soft "click".

"At that time, there will only be Abramovich, Lucius and us, a total of four people. It is not particularly formal, and there is no need to bring a souvenir."

He was talking nonsense, like it wasn't the way dinners at Malfoy Manor had been going for the last dozen years.

Isa snorted "hmm" and successfully peeled off the wrapping paper from the box.

Voldemort spurned himself in his heart: How did he degenerate to the point of looking at Isa's face!Didn't he plan to come and educate her well?Hurry up!Get tough!Rebuke her loudly!Let her find the correct attitude towards her father!

"...The perfume just now smells good." Daddy Big Cat had nothing to say.

Isa unwrapped the gift and suddenly jumped up: "Mistgrass!"

Voldemort was taken aback by her: "What? What!"

"Babe Bailey's signed jersey!" Isa was so excited that she was incoherent, holding the jersey and facing Voldemort with bright eyes, smiling so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, "Dad, look, look, look, it's Bailey's!!! Ball king Bailey !"

Voldemort hadn't expected the settlement to come so quickly!He put down the cat at a loss, put his arms around Isa who was jumping and hugging the jersey and almost cried with joy, and patted her on the back comfortingly: "Okay, okay, it's great, do you want to hang it up? Or use crystals?" save the box?"

"Crystal box, crystal box!" Isa obviously forgot about the Death Eaters for the time being, "Use the space-limited levitation spell! Let it slowly rotate in the crystal box! Oh, it's Bailey! Big brother is so interesting! I didn’t make a mistake in giving him a car this year!”

"I asked Wenger to get it - I haven't given you anything this year."

Isa raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes: "Dad?!"

"I have other arrangements. I'm going to prepare on the 31st. I'll take you to a place."

"Go—?" Isa hesitated.

Voldemort confirmed beyond doubt: "You will like it."

After Voldemort walked out, Isa suddenly realized that the cold war she expected had inexplicably failed because of a jersey.

The big cat in Voldemort's heart jumped: Adolescent children are so difficult to deal with! ! !

"So you're reconciled with your dad?" Snape asked ironically.

Yisha stirred the milkshake with her face on her face: "Otherwise? I didn't fall out at all."

Snape raised his eyebrows to express his doubts: "Does anyone dare to have a cold war with your father? For him, a cold war is equivalent to a public declaration of war."

It makes sense for Isa to think about it: "But he took the initiative to come to me, which means that he is not very angry."

Snape simply didn't know how to wake up this young lady who was becoming more and more stupid by Voldemort: "...I remember that when we first met, you were a person of normal intelligence. Are you gifted? All your brains are used to make up for your height?"

A silly: ah?

But this is also Isa's superpower.Pull Voldemort's IQ to the same level as hers.And she must have borrowed Voldemort's temper, otherwise how dare she have a cold war with DarkLord!

The black-haired boy who had been tortured countless times in his previous life controlled his trembling.

"But I'm also blaming myself..." Yisha sucked on the milkshake and said, "I have promised you again and again that I will stop him from going the same way..."

Snape shook his head: "No one knows, maybe it is inevitable for him to organize an armed group? His character determines that he must personally control an army. But since he is in the position of minister, he also Compared with last time, more people paid more attention, besides the Ministry’s domestic ones, there are also foreign ones... Don’t forget, the original purpose of this Death Eater was to counter the spies planted by foreign wizards.”

"This means," he reassured, "he won't act rashly, because his worries are much more than that of that world. He doesn't have any family members in that world."

Isa thought for a while and added: "There is no support club either."

Snape: ...Well, there is a support club.

"Then I still have reservations and observe for a while." Yisha announced, "If these DEs start to die, I will definitely let Ricardo swallow their textbooks and study cases."

Snape: ...he remembered that Ricardo was a basilisk, didn't he!Don't you think it's cruel to let it eat paper? !

Abu sighed deeply: "Ah...Adolescent child..."

Voldemort tapped the armrest impatiently: "Hurry up, chattering, do you want to talk, do you want to talk?"

With a sense of superiority, Abu looked at the activity photos of Lucius in the study when he was a child with missing front teeth and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and slowly passed on his experience:

"Adolescent kids...it's easy to see yourself as a victim."

"The tougher you are, the stronger his sense of being victimized."

"At this time you need to back down..."

Voldemort questioned: "I did nothing wrong!"

Abu waved his hand: "Hey, it's not about admitting mistakes. It's about making the child feel that you've been giving silently, making him feel guilty, and he doesn't dare to make trouble unreasonably. Aren't you Yisha with a high emotional intelligence and a good heart, then you should be a little weak or show hard work -"

"I refuse, that's stupid," said Voldemort flatly.

Abu shrugged his shoulders with a rogue face: "Then I can't help it, ah, three days a small quarrel and five days a big quarrel, to enhance the relationship and enhance the relationship—"

Voldemort gritted his back molars: "I find that you have become more courageous since you retired from the position of deputy minister, have you not?"

Abu pretentiously exclaimed: "My God, does Minister Fu want to threaten such a poor old man who is nearly sixty years old?"

Voldemort pointed to the outside of the study: "The old man who is nearly sixty years old goes to the bar to meet foreign girls every three days?!"

Abu smacked his lips and laughed dryly: "The most beautiful thing is the red sunset~"

Voldemort was expressionless: "I'm still quiet and calm. If you don't tell me how to mediate, I'll hire a bartender to tell every girl you want to hook up: this man has dragon plague and syphilis."

Abu once again bowed his head to the great power of the student union president: "You are awesome! You are awesome! I say I say I say!"

It was the first time for Isa to follow Minister Da Da into and out of the Ministry of Magic, and enjoyed the highest-level idol travel treatment.

Even though it was during the Christmas holidays, and today was the last day of the old year, there were only a few small employees who were arrested by their superiors in the Ministry of Magic.But when they saw Minister Fu who led Isa in, his eyes were still straightened, and he greeted excitedly and tremblingly: "Merry Christmas, Mr. Minister! Happy birthday, Mr. Minister!"

Voldemort smiled and nodded, and took Isa into the direct elevator.

"How do they know it's your birthday?" Isa asked after Voldemort pressed the bottom button.

Idol Voldemort sighed: "My profile is very popular..."

Isa instantly remembered the top-secret personal information handbook of the handsome idol Voldemort that has been handed down from the 40s to today. This brochure was produced by the Riddle support club back then, including the idol's height, weight, measurements, birthday constellation, and favorite songs. Ideal for sports...

Yisha's indifferent face: It's great to be an idol.

Ding.

The female voice at the elevator announced the station with the same indifference: Department of Mysteries.

Isa complained when she followed Voldemort out of the elevator: "Can you change the sound of the station announcement with a little more enthusiasm?"

Before Voldemort could answer, the elevator girl was still indifferent: "I like to sit, I don't like to climb stairs."

Isa: ...your AI is still shaking, right? !

Voldemort pinched the back of the little girl's neck: "You have been too irritable recently."

Sliced ​​Demon King said she was irritable? !

Isa spent a long time holding back her rebuttal.

Adolescence is not something a mature soul can resist. It is an inevitable experience when the body starts to actively secrete dopamine at a certain period, and Isha cannot control it.

And Voldemort, who suffered from the second-class devil disease in his adolescence, lacks relevant knowledge at all.Under the threat of losing his little sister, Abu let go: let her replace the trivial resentment towards life with something bigger and more powerless.

Voldemort figured it out after a little thought: Lucius' mother had just died when Lucius was in adolescence. …

The Department of Mysteries is on holiday today.Voldemort led the child through the narrow door with ease.

Isa tightly clutched Voldemort's arm, and it was almost the first time Voldemort had returned to this gloomy realm.

Department of Mysteries, as the cover of HP5, is really picturesque and hand-toned in dark tones. Isa is holding Voldemort's arm tightly, and her father's face is also tense.

They faced 12 identical narrow gates.Isa looked up at Voldemort hesitantly, but he reached into his pocket and took out a small compass with 12 scales on it, representing 12 halls respectively.At this moment, the narrow door they are facing is displayed on the compass: the brain.

This is Voldemort's internal compass from the Department of Mysteries.

He decided to go to the brain hall first.

"Some are voluntary donations, and some are obtained from the remains of Azkaban death row prisoners." Voldemort held Isa's hand tightly, "Don't touch it."

Isa stared at the brain floating in the unknown liquid, and suddenly pointed to a protrusion at the lower part of the brain and said excitedly: "I recognized it, that is the brain stem!"

Voldemort: ...? ? ?

They went on, almost to the bottom of the brain hall.At the end, they saw a water tank with wires, the brain inside was glowing white, and a pen was also connected to the water tank with wires, quickly writing and drawing on a roll of paper that was constantly expanding automatically. painting.

"The first place in the Ministry of Magic to use electricity," Voldemort signaled, "I asked clearly when the Director came to call me to apply for electricity. They want to stimulate the brain with electricity to see if there will be any thinking fluctuations."

Yisha looked closely at the long roll of paper, and found that there were only some random symbols and lines on it, among which was a stick figure similar to a boat.

"It's useless, people's thoughts are in the soul." Voldemort pulled Isa, "Let's go."

Yisha pondered all the way: People rely on electrical signals to transmit nerve excitement, maybe it is useful?

Love Hall is locked.Voldemort hadn't even planned to go in.

"How do they realize love for research?" Isha asked.

Voldemort glanced at her: "It's just a nice name called Love Hall. It's a resting coffee room plus a storage room. It's a place where the Reticents fall in love. Of course, it must be locked up during holidays."

Isa: ...Excuseme?

They turned to the Hall of Death.

"Let's take a look as the winner." Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth.

Isa pursed her lips.

They walked down the steps step by step, approaching the curtained door.

Voldemort vaguely heard someone whispering on the other side of the door, and Isa vaguely saw a translucent shadow standing in front of the door, looking up at them.

Isa snapped her dad's hand—and then she felt a cold metal ring.

Voldemort is wearing a resurrection stone ring today.

The reaction from the Deathly Hallows and Death's Door caught her off guard.

"You, did you see it?" Isa trembled.

Voldemort was at a loss: "See what?"

The closer it was, the clearer the figure became.Isa tremblingly clings to her dad's arm as she descends the last flight of stairs.

It was a woman.She smiled at Voldemort, who looked past her into the door.

She is not ugly, she is ordinary, but her fatal flaw is her eyes——

Godless, and squinting.

She was clearly looking at Voldemort, but her other eye was on Isa.

Isa slowly let go of her father's hand and took a step towards her.

"... I've heard there are deathgates elsewhere, but at least Germany doesn't have them. If they had, there wouldn't be a need for gas chambers..."

Voldemort was unaware and continued to introduce.And the woman looked at him, and Isha looked at her.

"...Hello?" Isa tentatively greeted.

The woman heard it, and her dull eyes turned to Isa, who was 8% like Voldemort.

She smiles at Isa, who smiles back automatically.

"Is he doing well?" the woman asked softly.

Isa looked up at Voldemort, who was still in contact with Stonehenge through the introduction door, and nodded: "Excellent."

Voldemort thought Isa was admiring his knowledge and ruffled her hair.

"I'm sorry for him." The woman looked at the stone ring on Voldemort's hand, "He knows everything, doesn't he?"

Isa nodded hard.

"I am his shame," the woman was still smiling, "I am a shame."

"No," Isa didn't know how to say, "You..."

"Who are you talking to?" Voldemort grabbed Isa's shoulders and followed her eyes to the void. Merope looked tremblingly at his son.

"My Tom," she sobbed, "you're so big."

"What the hell is there?" Voldemort looked suspiciously.

"Mom loves you, mother loves you." She stepped forward and hugged her son, "You are so tall......"

Issa wiped her eyes, and her grandma came up to her.

"My dear boy, you are so cute." She stroked Isa's face, and Isa met her asymmetrical eyes with red eyes.

"You guys have to be good, especially you," she pointed to Isa, "don't ruin yourself for a man like me."

"I won't." Isa promised.

Merope, poor mother, gazed at her son for the last time.

She turned and walked through the archway.Voldemort froze for a moment.

"Did you... see a woman with long hair walk in?"

Isa nodded.

Voldemort felt the chill here: "So who were you talking to just now?"

Isa pretended to be stupid: "Did I say something just now?"

The author has something to say:

Has been repaired.This chapter blew up a lot of doubts, and I struggled to explain.

Yisha is very protective of the calf, and after all, everyone is dead, so it's useless to blame her, so she said so.

It's wrong to give love potions, good boys don't learn.So I deleted the dumping pot.It's also wrong to dump the pot.

There are also some comments whose tone reads like a cold wind blowing in the back, and I take them as the wind blowing past.

The comment area has always been not only the motivation for my writing, but also a part of the motivation for learning.I am grateful for each and every one of the great angels.

But some people, please don’t send negative energy casually, I will take the advice, but I will not digress from the yin and yang.